[Intro: Stokely Carmichael]
The philosophers Camus and Sartre raise the question whether or not a man can condemn himself. The black existentialist philosopher who is pragmatic, Frantz Fanon, answered the question. He said that man could not. Camus and Sartre was not. We in SNCC tend to agree with Camus and Sartre that a man cannot condemn himself. Were he to condemn himself, he would then have to inflict punishment upon himself

[Verse 1]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, world keeps turning it's back to
Backseat burning, we sure in a bad mood
Rad little black boys, baggin' a black coupe
Crash that shit, don't matter what mans do
The world ending when your melanin hurts everything that you do
And you're desperate for a representation
So fuck it, I'ma still be a villain, might build me a village
Might kill me a n***a if he look to me like I just insulted his old girl
Jealousy gon' make you n***as talk to the whole world
Empathy is something I ain't having with you bastards
Since the past and if I think of going back then I'm gon' hurl
It be like that, it be like that, you knew that
If he might snap then we might snap, you knew that
I be right back, then be right back tomorrow
To rewrite facts and we might, might, might just
Walk up in the jeweler, spend my last on a gold chain
Break up with my shorty and go back to my old flame
Relish all my bad decision-making with Co*****
And say that people hate me for the fact that I know slang
I don't give a fuck about my actions, that's on gang
Pants sag, bandana flaggin' and gold fangs
You terrified of me but I can't hand you the whole blame
The media done told you who I am and it won't change
(Won't change, won't change, won't change, won't change, won't change, won't change, won't change)
Everybody want to be a n***a 'til they Kaepernick don't play
Scrambling to put they shit together like Soul-Train
(Those days, those days, those days, those days)
Told me I could live without a bicker or a frown
(Those days, those days, those days, those days)
Told me I could live to be a king, I'm just a n***a with a crown
[Beat switch]

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, alright
Yeah, alright, alright
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 2]
I been on my king shit (King shit)
I'm finna buy three whips
I'm finna talk shit and I'm finna be loud
And I'm finna fly G6 (G6)
With a bustdown Jesus piece but please don't think I'm preaching
You cross me once and I don't need no reason
Goddamn (Goddamn)

[Interlude]
Yeah, n***a
You know what the fuck it is, n***a (Bitch)
I'm a n***a with a crown, n***a (Fuck that shit, n***a, youknow what I'm saying?)

[Verse 3]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, Margiela madness
I need two M's when I go crazy so y'all better have it
I need n***as thinking I sell dope when that top hit the backend
And I'm anonymous with my competition, that's all been established
Status keep updating, keep complaining
Keep coming up with these dumb statements
These fuck n***as see us making heat
Coming up must be frustrating
When a n***a future brighter than yours
It make you violent, or
Act like it's the fall of Earth and
I am the leviathan, sure
N***as always tryna get more
Tryna do me dirty and down low
But I'ma still be great until I step into the ground, ho
N***a with a crown but I still got a crown, though
No threat (No threat, bitch)
Yeah